This is a song about "Contact"

Eye contact with saladin as we share this spot yo,

Used to have this white bitch, she looked like madonna though

Giving you up to seven minutes to contact your peers,

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack

Smiling in my face as you said that, making contract with ya contact

No phone calls no visits no contact at all

To get a pair, niggas killed him right in front the mall

I stared death in the eyes a couple times

I'm such a wonder, contact the mic, infinite rhymes,

Chills go down my spine when we make eye contact [x3]

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

Prepare for contact, i bomb tracks, sign off like a contract,

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Chills go down my spine when we make eye contact [x3]